Canibus
Eternal Life
Verse 1

Cuz I had up to here with this misery

And pain

I could take losses all year

And still report a gain

I could walk into a lion's den

Put clippers to they mane Give em all a bald fade

See, we are not the same

This is not a game

Got angels protecting me

Demons doing my bidding

The devil invested in me

Keeping me alive for a time that's yet
To be seen

The ending gon be tumultuous, most

Definitely

I can't explain why Clay-Doh spit the

Firе like a geyser

I can't еxplain why the game treated

Me like the Messiah

I can't explain why this bitch out my league want me inside her

But I'ma

Rise to the top like bubbles on apple

Cider

You fuckin with Stryder

The empire, long been in the ruins
But it's sure to resurface like the

Waves in a typhoon is

Sacred rites by bonfire with druids

You might construe it Holy matrimony of Heaven and Earth

Be where the truth is

I told y'all ama burn it to the ground

And I meant

If not for nothing more than the fact

That you're against it

Swimming pool full of blood

I dive in, I ain't Kendrick

Never started the beef but ama finish

It
Chorus
Trying to pay my debts Society wants my neck

Signing the checks with blood

A treasure chest full of sweat My art is worth millions

Costs the same as a breath

I'll be givin y'all my best Even it cost me my death

You can bet

It gon get better fore it get's worse

Fuck the purse

I did it for the nookie, Fred Durst

I pick the mic with no gloves even if it was cursed

Turns out I gain eternal life from puttin

You in a hearse

Turns out I gain eternal life from puttin

You in a hearse

Puttin you in a hearse

I pick up the mic with no gloves even if it was cursed

Turns out I gain eternal life from puttin

You in a hearse

Verse 2 (Canibus) The Edelman Trust Barometer

Is a social thermometer

For the reason that we live like

Communists

Social credit system

I'm Mr. Sigma

Male on a mission

Don't compare dick size with em

That's why I'm winnin

Mother fuckers ain't gon stop me

From livin

I do what I want, n****

Banzai

No time to die

Dead men don't get wifi

On the beach with boondocks and ta

Tas
Rhymes reindigeonize

But I don't diss people this time

Cuz love it still love, let's rise

Counter gentrify with a smile

Wow

Hip Hop is nearly 60 years old now

Chorus

Trying to pay my debts

Society wants my neck

Signing the checks with blood

A treasure chest full of sweat

My art is worth millions

Costs the same as a breath I'll be givin y'all my best

Even it cost me my death

You can bet

It gon get better fore it get's worse

Fuck the purse

I did it for the nookie, Fred Durst

Pick the mic with no gloves even if it was cursed

Turns out I gain eternal life from puttin

You in a hearse

Turns out I gain eternal life from puttin

You in a hearse

Puttin you in a hearse I pick up the mic with no gloves even

If it was cursed

Turns out I gain eternal life from puttin you in a hearse

Verse 3

Cuz we just stuck in this game with no kind of guidance

No choice but to play blindly

And hope to find alignment

I would say it's hell but then how

Would I define it?

Never heard from the Oracle

All the psychics went silent (what the

Hell?)
Can't seem to reap rewards without

The side kicks in a vice grip (unh)

All praise to God

I'm only livin out of spite cuz my

My papyrus: Osiris haters don't like it I'd have em all suck my dick but some of them might bite it (haanh) Ama bring to the public them acts against God done in private (yeah) Next time the fascists united I noticed they been dyin the reason God is smilin (ayyye)

I ain't savin Private Ryan (fuck that)

I would put my foot on they throat but

Droppin faster than flies and that's

Chorus

Trying to pay my debts

Society wants my neck

Signing the checks with blood

A treasure chest full of sweat
Signing the checks with blood

A treasure chest full of sweat

My art is worth millions

Costs the same as a breath

I'll be givin y'all my best Even it cost me my death

You can bet

It gon get better fore it get's worse

Fuck the purse

I did it for the nookie, Fred Durst

I pick the mic with no gloves even if it

Was cursed

Turns out I gain eternal life from puttin

You in a hearse

Turns out I gain eternal life from puttin

You in a hearse

Puttin you in a hearse

I pick up the mic with no gloves even

If it was cursed

Turns out I gain eternal life from puttin

You in a hearse